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Date Posted：09/13/2014 7:48 PMCopy HTML
 We fade in on a shot of the skyline in Houston, TX. We watch the sun come up and it lights the city and we can see cars passing by on Highway 59 heading out to Galveston. We pan over and low and behold standing in front of us is none other than Houston’s favorite son, The Rocket, firmly holding onto his ICWA NATIONAL Heavyweight Championship belt. He smiles and begins stroking his chin where his goatee is before he starts laughing uncontrollably.
“Matt Ward.” He says catching his breath and standing up straight. “Man, that was the best promo you have EVER cut!” He says shaking his head. “You ran down my wife, you ran down all my monikers, you called me by every nickname that I have in the book and you still failed to make sense at all.” He says with a smile. “You claim that you’ve changed? Really? THE Matt Ward, the guy that has signed a contract to perform ANY and EVERYWHERE on creation has changed?” He grins for a moment. “You haven’t changed a single bit. You are still the same guy that has his hands in EVERYTHING, EVERYWHERE.” He nods his head. “I’ve changed! I’ve changed! I’m not the same guy I was on the other networks!” He says doing his best Matt Ward impression. “You haven’t changed a single bit but I have.” He taps the side of his head. “See I used to care about what people thought of me. I used to care about what people like Drew Stevenson or Christian Michaels or David Van Dam thought of me.” He says with a smile. “That was all before I saw who and what those people really were.” He nods his head up and down. “You mentioned Drew Stevenson becoming Mr Mainstream in two thousand and six?” He begins clapping his hands together. “Congrats to Drew!” He stops and gets serious. “Too bad for him that it doesn't matter what he did in two thousand and six.” He says with a smile.
“Check it out Matty boy! I am going to do something that you couldn’t.” He nods his head up and down. “I am going to devote this entire promo to you!” He points at the camera. “Every single thing I say is going to directly related to you and the lies you’ve told.” He shakes his head. “You proclaim loyalty to the Em Ess Double You, yet you are signed with umpteen million other promotions ranging from this network all the way back to the others and the reason you claim loyalty to Em Ess Double You is because nobody would even think to look up where Matt Ward has been.” He shakes his head. “Why would they? Your an AFTERTHOUGHT.” He says the word with a smile. “You run in these circles with people that don’t even like or respect you… You're pathetic!” He says rolling his eyes and looking away from the camera. “You see, you are just like the Astrodome across the street.” He says as we pan over to a shot of the Astrodome. “That arena used to be considered the Eighth Wonder of the World and now look at it… It sits here looking dilapidated, old, broken down and lately it’s been described as an eyesore.” We pan back to him. “You're old and broken down, an eyesore even.” He says shaking his head.
“I can’t be loyal to Em Ess Double You when it has people like you running around proclaiming to be something you aren’t… No, that would make me just as big a hypocrite as you already are.” He says with a smile. “Matt Ward, you lost last week because that’s what was in the cards for you the whole time. Bryce was going to beat you ten ways from Sunday regardless of what you spouted off about him.” He grins again. “You won’t be defeating me either at Unstoppable and not just because I have beaten two other guys previously but I am going to beat you because of who I am.” He taps the Championship belt over his shoulder. “The Eye Cee Double You Aye may be on a hiatus at the moment but at least it’s not closed forever like Double You Two Kay is.” He smiles and shrugs his shoulders. “My Championship still means something and that one you have? What did you call it, the Wreckless Championship or something? Yeah, it’s unimportant and will continue to be… Good job on hold it though.” He says while laughing at the thought.
“Matty boy, I enjoyed going back and forth with you on social media.” He nods his head up and down. “No, really, I did and it’s going to please me to no end to boast about the ass kicking you are going to receive for all the lies you’ve been telling people about me.” He scratches his chin and grins. “You get on that twitter machine and that mouth starts running and for what? Huh Matt? What is it about me that you wake up out of your filth and decide that you are going to turn me into a bastard…” He stops for a moment. “Or what was it you called me? A man whore?” He begins to laugh at the thought. “That must kill YOU to know that at any given time I could be with any woman on the planet but when they look at you, a depression comes over them as glimpse into the future.” He says with a smile while repositioning the Championship over his shoulder.
“I want you to go to the dictionary and do a little search for me, kay?” He nods his head up and down pretty fast. “Because I did it and when my marketing team came to me with that tag line, oh boy did I fall in love with it.” He smiles a smug smile and begins reciting. “The term ‘Playboy’ refers to a wealthy man who spends time enjoying himself, especially one that behaves irresponsibly or is sexually promiscuous.” He says winking to the camera. “Now, that last part sounds interesting… But totally not this guy.” He says shaking his head still smiling. “The wealthy guy who spends time enjoying himself with his various pieces of expensive artwork, his multi-billion dollar production company that allows me to meet people that would just look down on YOU? That, that my frienemy is who I am.” He says with one of the biggest smiles imaginable.
“In fact, I love comic books. Who doesn’t?” He shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head. “You want to paint the perfect picture of just who I am for these people, Matt? Then do them a solid and explain that I am the Bruce Wayne of Professional Wrestling!” He says laughing out loud. “I’m the Tony Stark of this sport and my bank account proves it.” He leans back against the railing of the top floor of NRG Stadium (Formerly Reliant Stadium). “This match, Matt, it won’t be about all the silly monikers that we come up with for ourselves. It won’t have anything to do with my wife or my company and status in life.” He says shaking his head. “This match is going to be between you and I and the very second that you or I hit the ring and that bell sounds… When that happens you are going to see a man possessed and fueled by everything you’ve said and everything you will say.” He says with a sort of deranged smilie. “This won’t be the match that you get your mojo back, to steal a reference, it’s going to be the night that the nail is finally put in your coffin.” He begins to walk away but stops himself and back tracks.
“Also, say what you want about Salman Van Dam but the guy is a class act and that’s much more than I can say for you, Matt Ward.” He nods his head. “Sal calls himself the Hardcore Icon because that’s what he is and he backs it up. I call myself an ICON because I am an ICON and I can back it up.” He shrugs his shoulders. “You go ask anyone outside of the state of Missouri who Matt Ward and you will get all kinds of responses people but the one that you will get the most is people wondering who in the hell that is.” He tilts his head to side with a cocky grin. “We’re ICON’s and you Matt? Your the guy that people like to forget the minute the show is over.” He straightens back up and holds the ICWA NATIONAL Heavyweight Championship over his head before looking back at the camera, smiling, and swiftly exiting the frame as we fade out. |
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